The Bagsy Blog: I'd Rather Go Blind

Friday, 17 February 2017

I'd Rather Go Blind - Chicken Shack

Well, have to report that my right arm is aching after responding to the SALUTES of all local Surfs and Minions as at 80:00 this morning we took on the mantle of Lord Most High of All He Surveys and To the Manor Born! Roughly speaking, as Hugh, Janet and some of the family jet off to Florida, without me, - boo flippin' hoo! this now puts me fairly and squarely in Full Command and Control of the

CHICKEN SHACK

I'd Rather Go Blind (Link)

and a mini bonus close to the Coup the first flowering

RED DEAD-NETTLE
With the overnight temperature hovering in the region of +7°C it was though

well worth activating one Moth Trap but seemingly no one had told the Moths.

All we received for our labours was a single

EARWIG
Sad to say that from there things got worse as we arrived for the second time at the

GRAVEL PIT

to see the fog had hardly lifted at all. With the situation thus it was time for an
Executive Decision

and headed off for the 12 miles drive to the village of
Corfe Mullen

in the hope of seeing the half dozen

(BOHEMIAN) WAXWING
that had been there for 2 days.
Arriving at the location and parking it was found from those in attendance
that I had just walked directly beneath the target birds, so quickly rattled off a shot.

Becoming a little more obliging, one did settle on a power cable close by,
before the rest

hit the Rowan Trees

just across the road.
There was time to admire a blooming

CAMELIA BUSH

with still plenty of buds waiting to pop.
Returning to Parley Court Farm and with the fog burnt off by the now
Blazing Sunshine
it was considered worth another look around the Recording Area.
The diversion proved profitable as we found a male